Tomás and His Brother Introduced Me in the Basement

There are memories one keeps locked in a drawer, and this is mine. The first time I tried sex was in a strange, almost clandestine way, and for years I convinced myself that if anyone ever found out, it would ruin my whole life. Today, from a distance, I regret nothing. I had just turned nineteen and had a curiosity burning inside me long before I knew what to do with it.

My name is Adrián. Back then I was skinny, barely five foot seven, very pale, blond, and blue-eyed. I lived with my parents in a neighborhood near the port, an old area built by families of Italian immigrants and the odd Turkish merchant. Good people, almost all of them from southern Italy, who had brought their customs with them in their suitcases.

I loved going into their houses and discovering things that didn’t exist in mine: the vegetable garden, the jars of preserves, the wine they made out back. But what really captivated me was Tomás’s house, that of a neighbor my age with two older brothers. Tomás was the one I got along with best, and his house had a secret that ended up becoming mine.

The land sloped downward, so when they built the house they took advantage of it to make a kind of stone room underneath. Rough walls, a barred door, concrete floor. Tomás’s mother let us in until his father got home from work. To me that place felt like a dungeon, and for some reason I liked that. That’s where we spent our afternoons, sometimes with Andrés, the middle brother, because Leandro, the eldest, was already working and off doing other things.

I don’t really remember how it all began, but I do remember how it kept growing. We were waking up to sex without anyone explaining anything to us, learning in a messy way, repeating what was passed around from mouth to mouth among the boys in the neighborhood.

One afternoon, after a long conversation full of innuendo, Tomás and I started taking off our clothes. I stayed in my underwear, afraid to strip completely, when Andrés showed up and started insisting that I take everything off. Right at that moment I heard my mother calling for me to come eat. I got dressed in a hurry and ran across to my house, sighing, relieved to have escaped that moment. Or so I thought then.

***

The real beginning was a game. On an old wooden table we used like a treatment bed, we took turns being patient and doctor. A silly thing, yes, but it was the excuse for everything that came after. That afternoon it was my turn to be the patient, and this time Tomás insisted that I strip completely. I felt ashamed, an odd sort of modesty, so I lay down in my underwear. He tried to pull them down and I wouldn’t let him.

Unwillingly, he examined me over the fabric, touching my body, asking in a serious voice if anything hurt. When his hands reached my buttocks, something changed. He didn’t touch me inside, not even close, but that contact sparked a feeling of pleasure I hadn’t expected. I got hard before I could stop it.

From that day on, things heated up between us. Tomás started suggesting that we masturbate together. I refused and asked him to repeat the doctor game, because I liked being examined, being touched under that excuse of innocence. Every time he insisted that I undress, I would say:

—Next time, I promise.

And that’s how I kept stalling, until one day I gave in. I was dying of shame to show myself, but I liked it when he started caressing my skin, feeling his hand travel along my back and part my ass cheeks. He turned me over and discovered I was completely hard. I wanted to cover myself, but he stopped me.

—You’re hot. Me too. Want to jerk off together? —he said, and pulled down his pants.

His cock was a couple of fingers bigger than mine. I felt an attraction I hadn’t expected, because I had never considered myself homosexual nor thought about other men in that way. But there was something in that moment, both of us naked, both of us hard, that pulled me in. We started touching ourselves at the same time, and when I saw Tomás cum, something broke and was rebuilt inside me forever.

***

That started happening every afternoon. We would undress, masturbate at the same time, and little by little we began adding new things. Longer caresses, games of tying my wrists, lying face down on the table while he ran his hands over my back. One afternoon he wanted to put a finger in me and I wouldn’t let him; the next day, I did. And it was far more pleasurable than I had imagined.

Until one day he showed up with an old brush. After arguing about it for a while, I ended up being the patient again. He soaped it up and started sliding it at my opening, slowly, while I felt that intrusion moving through me. I couldn’t contain my erection. He told me it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, talking as he moved it, took it out, and pushed it back in.

—It would be nice to put something else in —he murmured.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t even want to imagine what he meant, even though deep down I wanted it.

Because of my upbringing, because of fear, because of a thousand things, I held back at the last second. But I kept giving myself to him as his patient, his guinea pig, his whatever-he-wanted. Until one afternoon he climbed on top of me. I told him no, several times, and he convinced me again with that voice of his.

—Just between your legs. Nothing else —he promised.

—All right, but only that —I gave in.

I felt his hot shaft slide between my tightly pressed thighs, and although fear kept me from letting him in, the friction against my ass cheeks brought him off quickly. He came between my legs. I wiped myself with a rag and stared at his cock, still erect, wet, and that drew me in in a way that was almost impossible to resist. I crossed over to my house, locked myself in the bathroom, and jerked off to put out the fire. But something different was already growing in me.

***

The decisive step came on a cool, rainy afternoon. We were talking when Tomás suggested we undress.

—But it’s cold —I protested.

—I know, but we can warm each other up —he said, with that smile.

I laughed and took off my clothes. I felt a little cold until he hugged me, trying to warm my body, touching me while I finished undressing. I don’t know what happened to me, but his touches carried me into a strange state, like a trance, and I let myself be laid face down on the table.

He climbed on. I felt his cock between my buttocks, his hand parting my legs, his glans resting right at the entrance.

—No, Tomás, please —I murmured.

But he kept going, with a skill and patience that undid me. He played with his cock against my ass cheeks, tapping them softly, relaxing me without my realizing it. Without thinking, I lifted my ass a little.

—Just a little, that’s all —he told me.

—All right, but only that.

When the head started to open me, I felt discomfort, and a groan slipped out of me.

—Do you like it? —he asked.

—I don’t know, honestly.

—Do you want me to keep going?

I was intrigued and aroused at the same time, not knowing whether it was right or wrong, and I think that doubt was precisely what kept me from deciding. When I felt the tip pressing, a shiver went through my whole body.

—Do whatever you want —I said, surrendering.

With one thrust, most of it went in. I let out a cry at that чуждый body entering me. Another push and it was all the way inside. I felt a strange mix of discomfort and arousal, my hands gripping the edges of the table, my toes curling. When he started moving, slow and steady, my body gave in to that new sensation.

Every time he pulled out, he seemed to suck me hollow inside; every time he pushed in, he shoved everything through me. I felt dominated, humiliated in part, and I understood that for him it was the opposite: he grew, he enlarged, he took possession of me. From that afternoon on he became my master, and I, for a time, his submissive. His thrusts grew stronger, rougher, until a tremor ran through him and he came inside me. He collapsed over my back, sweating, hugging me, while the two of us stayed still, catching our breath.

We dressed in silence, as if we had done something forbidden. We had, without a doubt, but that pleasure was priceless.

***

We had been at it for nearly a month, and it had become routine. I wanted something more, without really knowing what. We trusted ourselves too much. One afternoon, on an old mattress, just as Tomás had put it in me, the barred door opened and Andrés came in.

I didn’t know what to do. I covered myself, stammering.

—We were playing, Andrés.

—Nice game —he said, leaning against the frame. —I want to join in. When your mother finds out, she’s going to be pissed.

—Please, don’t tell her anything.

—In exchange for what?

—I have to go —I cut in, dressing in a hurry, and ran back home.

Three or four days passed. The doorbell rang, I opened it, and there was Andrés. I nearly pissed myself from the shock. He was almost a head taller than me, and at that moment he seemed gigantic.

—Is your mom home, blondie? —he said, touching my face.

—No, please, don’t tell her anything —I answered, frightened.

Just then my mother appeared, happy to see him.

—I came to pick up Adrián —he said calmly.

—Take him, he hasn’t gone out in days.

He grabbed me by the shoulder as if my own mother were handing me over to the wolf. We went out, and he led me to his father’s storage room, made me go inside, and locked the door.

—Please, Andrés, forgive me.

—I’ve got nothing to forgive you for. You’re just paying me back for keeping my mouth shut.

He made me undress. I resisted, but I ended up doing it, sensing where this was going and, to my shame, wanting it a little.

—You’re so tasty, so white —he said, running his hands over my ass cheeks. —The other day I couldn’t get a good look at you.

He squeezed my nipples, touched my cock, which stiffened on its own from that contact.

—Look at that, you’re getting hard. I like that.

He pulled down his pants and revealed a big, dark, curved, rock-hard cock. He made me touch it and then pushed me by the shoulders until I knelt.

—I’ve never done this —I said.

—There’s a first time for everything.

He took me by the hair and slowly forced me to take it in my mouth. Despite the situation, the way he handled me, that size, aroused me. I gave in little by little, drifting into a state of rapture, until I ended up sucking him uncontrollably, licking all the way to his balls.

He laid me on the table, sucked my nipples, squeezed my genitals, put his fingers in me. Soft convulsions ran through me, moans I couldn’t keep back.

—Do you like it, my blondie? —he said, as he lifted my legs and spread my thighs.

He rested his glans at my entrance and slid it in, opening me in two. I held on until he was all the way inside. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips; I accepted it, self-conscious.

—Do you like it? —he repeated, pumping gently.

I didn’t say anything, but my face gave me away, and that made him speed up until he had me moaning. He kissed me harder. I felt something different, total surrender, while his movements jerked my own cock from side to side. Then he pulled out, bent me over the table, spread my legs wide, and penetrated me again with more force, his naked body pressed against mine.

—It’s been more than fifteen days since I last got fucked. With you it’s going to be a delight —he said.

That fucking drove me wild second by second, my moans giving away my state, and he sped up to the rhythm of my cries until, after several frantic minutes, he came inside me. When he pulled out, he brought his face to his cock and, without resisting, I cleaned it with my tongue, tasting that bitter and at the same time seductive flavor. I ended up jerking myself off while I did it.

***

I tried to pull away from that unexpected affair, or whatever you want to call it. I kept seeing Tomás a couple of times, without telling him what was going on with his brother. But a few days later, fresh out of the bath and wrapped in a towel, waiting specifically for Tomás, the doorbell rang. It was Andrés. A cold sweat ran through me.

—I’m alone —I told him, fearful.

—I know.

—My mother could get here any minute.

—Unlikely. I saw her go into the hair salon —he said, and took my hand to bring it to his bulge. —I’ll give you two quick fucks and I’ll leave happy.

He came in, locked the door, and took off my towel. His quick groping got me hard. He lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he rammed into me in one motion, amid cries of pleasure and surprise. I rode up and down on that rigid piston while we kissed nonstop, until he ended up flooding me from the inside. I wound up on my knees, sucking his cock still wet with his own semen.

Then he took me to my room, stripped completely, and invited me to lie down beside him. He made me put my face between his legs and I didn’t hesitate to lick him, until we dozed off for a while. I don’t know how long passed. We fooled around, he put me on all fours and fucked me again, pulling out and pushing in, changing positions, carrying me into a state of total rapture with his wild thrusts, until he emptied himself in me once more.

I wanted to masturbate, but he stopped me.

—My little brother’s waiting for you —he said, getting dressed.

I looked at him in surprise. As soon as he left, I washed up, put on cologne, and ran to see Tomás, who was in a bad mood over the delay. I wanted to make up for the wait.

—What do you want me to do to you? —I asked.

—I don’t know.

—Do you want me to suck your cock?

—Really?

—Yes.

We both stripped and I knelt down like in a secret ceremony. With all the subtlety I had learned, I licked his taut cock, pulled back his foreskin, exposed the glans to the tip of my tongue, the thing that drove him crazy. I sucked him over and over, feeling his body jerk with every moan, while I slipped a finger into him. He took my head in both hands, speeding up, until he spilled into my mouth. I detected a taste like almonds, and for the first time I swallowed part of that flow.

—Thanks. You’re a good friend —he told me, kissing me on the mouth.

Today, so many years later, I know that stone basement was my real school. I learned what desire was, submission, surrender, and I learned that pleasure does not always enter through the door one expects. I regret nothing. Sometimes the memories we keep under lock and key are precisely the ones that define us most.